#Price x Graves

[loveindefinitely]

nsfw thirst feat. philip graves + john price.

okay but like. if graves wasn't a war criminal and all that.

imagine the absolute animosity between him and price -- the competition for control, the little digs at each other, the arrogance of graves going against the pure determination of price.

and then there's you.

graves, forcing your head into the sheets of your bed, hips in the air as he slams into you, aggressive and mean about it. dominating in every sense of the word, seething about how fuckin' good you feel, how much of a slut you are, how much he needs to be inside you.

and then price -- sitting there, hands clasped together where he's bending forward, arms resting on his thighs. he'd be glaring at graves, his expression softening when he'd land on your trembling body, your drool leaking onto the pillow, your desperate noises.

he'd be so nice to you, so kind, as if to shove it in graves' face that he was better in that sense. standing, price would gently lift your head from the shifts, thumbs softly brushing away your pleasured tears as he shushes you, telling you what a good girl you are, how perfect you're being. and you'd whine, moan, shaking for more, and he'd oblige.

price fucking into your mouth not too long after, abusing your throat, making you choke on his girth, all the while graves lands hit after hit on your ass, grunting where he thrusts into your warmth.

it'd be a competition, then, who'd be better. who'd fuck you just the way you need.

between graves' absolutely primal, ruthless way of fucking, and price's more purposeful, languid methods, you'd be an absolute cum-drunk mess between the two men.

and they wouldn't care -- not for a single moment.

a/n. oh my goddd graves has me in the chokehold tonight and i have NO CLUE why. but iomdsomjkmovj need them both an UNMEASURABLE amount y'all it's so bad

[captain-mj]

Every time one of the 141 bullies Graves for being the shortest, he starts talking about the advantages like the fact that Price can pick him up while they’re Fucking and suddenly the joke ain’t funny anymore

[totally-not-fandom]

Sup friend 👋

Nikpricegraves sleeping headcanons time!

Nik: despite being a very touchy and cuddly person when conscious, he tends to get night terrors if someone is holding him while he sleeps. He hates it. Back-sleeper. Occasionally snores if he doesn't have the right pillows.

John: privately devastated he can't cuddle Nik when they sleep, but he settles for holding onto his hand/arm. It works out in a way, since they both run warm and they don't want to sweat each other out of bed. Side or back sleeper. Snores, but not horribly.

Graves: Resident Ice Cube Alert! Will cuddle up to anyone warm nearby while asleep, so John has to sleep between him and Nik at first. But it works out bc now Graves can faceplant into John's chest to stay warm and John gets someone to hold. Front/side sleeper. Mumbles to himself (John finds this adorable).

I...very much enjoy this :)))

I am a firm believer that Nik runs hotter than a fuckin furnace so even if it was possible for John to cuddle with him while he sleeps, it would end up with Nik being thrown off the bed because John is sweating.

That being said, I also belive Nik is a napper and that when he naps, he doesn't go into a deep enough sleep to get dreams or nightmares of any kind. He is the kind of napper, however, that can and will fall asleep anywhere so when it's just him and one or both of his boys on a couch or chair somewhere, he will grab as much of them as he can and fall into a light sleep. This leads to about 15 minutes of good cuddles with a sleepy nik before it turns into the agonizing realization that the person in his grasp is sweating which, in turn, gets him thrown off of them

John definitely also gets nightmares and will cling to Nik's arm for dear life while he's sleeping, somehow still aware of the fact he isn't supposed to get into Nik's space too much. This often wakes Nik up when it happens but he doesn't mind.

Before Graves came along John and Nik had a very specific sleeping arrangement and were both so used to how it worked that they were a little thrown off by what to do when they realized they were going to have to fit Phil into it. They end buying another bed (like most poly triads [in my experience] do) and keep it separate from the other because three people all sleeping together isn't sustainable every single night. It goes on a kind of rotation between all three, John and Nik on one bed and Phil on the other, John and Phil on one and Nik on the other, and finally Phil and Nik on one and John in the other.

This seems to work out okay except for the nights it's just Phil and Nik in the bed. Graves like to go to sleep with Nik, sure, but lying in bed two feet away from him all night isn't tactile enough for Phil and so he ends up either crawling into the other bed with John or waking up John and dragging him to the other bed to cuddle next to Nik.

At first, Graves had a big concern about one of them having to wake up alone so Price and Nik decided that is one of them was sleeping separately then when they woke up they would join the other two so they could lay together in the morning or if they were both I'm the bed then when one of them woke up, they would wake up the other and both go get in whichever bed Graves was in.

I don't have much else to add other than I very much enjoy the idea of Graves mumbling in his sleep

Thank you friend :)

[blingblong55]

To live without- 141 + Alejandro

Based on a request:

Hii can I make a request for some angst?? Maybe the reader having an argument with the TF 141 + Alejandro, inside the car or anywhere resulting to a break up?? Cause I'm a sucker for angst, thankss 🫶

F!Reader, angst, established!relationship, break-ups, cheating (not all)

A/N: This will be in 5 parts

Part 2, (Soap), Part 3 (Gaz), Part 4 (Alejandro), Part 5 (Ghost)

It has been a stressful few months for him, between his job, you, his own safety and yours, let alone the current argument over her. It's why you and he are now in the car, having this argument.

Price:

He decided that since Laswell invited him to dinner with a few other soldiers and agents, why not take you? Besides you and him haven't gone out much since his last deployment, so this is the perfect opportunity. While having dinner at some restaurant, Price and a woman, much closer to his age than you, stroked conversation. He was telling her stories that not once he had told you and of course, his natural flirty state was in the mix. You were talking with Kate and her wife when you saw how close the woman was getting with your boyfriend. So, as one does, you took his hand and he immediately let go of it, not once making eye contact with you.

Kate and her wife saw this and knew it would not end well if the woman was not taken elsewhere. After dinner, you were the first one to leave the establishment. All others inside were either saying their goodbyes or getting acquainted. "yeah, this is my-" he turns to introduce you to some agent only to find your seat empty. Immediately he left too, only to find you in the car, probably telling your friend what was going on. He gets in, " alright, so will you tell me what the hell that was about?" he asks you. You look at him, for a while now he has been distant, so of course you had even more motives to suspect him. "You let go of my hand," your voice soft yet hinting at some hurt his past action left behind.

That was it, the final straw that threw him over the edge, "you fucking walked away from dinner because I didn't hold your hand any longer?!"

"Yes, do you even care how that even looks? I hold your hand all the time at dinners and this was the first time you let go of it because of that woman!"

"Don't you dare bring her into this." by this point some of the wine he had drunk was making its way into his system. "Why not, hm? why did you let go of my hand, John!" your eyes teary, trying to blink them away. "You really think this is all about you? That I intend to hurt you by some little thing like letting go of your hand?!" Your argument is being heard by some people. He knows better, that at dinners or in public when you hold his hand it's because you are trying to calm yourself down, your social anxiety gets the best of you and his hold brings comfort. "...she's just a friend.." he murmurs. And just when you were going to say something, he gets a text, "Will you come over after you drop her off?" he knows damn well you saw it and now he is prepared for the storm. "you are cheating on me?" oh the way your voice cracked and how tears spilt from your eyes. "...sorry," was all he could say. "you let go of my hand because you and this fucking whore have a thing!" back to yelling. "R/n, you are just a fucking pain in the ass! So of course I am cheating on you!" the instant regret once those words left his mouth.

The look on your face as he said them, never to forget the last time he saw that face of yours. And now you are far from him, he alone in his empty house, never to be called home again. Never to be greeted by you and your happy personality, truth be told, he still looks for you in every place he goes.

A/N: Hi, so since I don't want to make this post too long I separated it into parts, who do you want for part 2?

[killingick]

I have never related to something more in my fucking life

[charcoalgrayswriting]

Just Give In MDNI 18+

WARNING: NON-CON!!!

Price/Graves

Read on AO3 HERE!

Words: 2132

Summary: After the tank exploded, Graves was found alive, and now Price has some questions for him... and some very interesting and effective ways of getting them.

The burns from the tank explosion still throbbed, not helped along by the various cuts and bruises Graves now sported from others trying to extract information from him. He had finally finished coughing up all of the water they waterboarded him with, when the door screamed open.

He knew that he was in for another round of pain. Graves’ head stayed tucked into his chest, too heavy and painful to lift, even to assess whatever new threat was in front of him. And maybe, he was trying to avoid the thought of more pain, more torture.

Deep voices drifted into his ears, bouncing around as he tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was pointless. Rotating his raw wrists in their restraints, chained to the arms of the chair, Graves impatiently waited for his newest punishment. His ankles had been similarly chained to the legs of the chair, and had become red and angry from all of his pointless struggling.

As the door screeched in protest, he heard the steady gait of his newest tormentor walking towards him. Slowly, the heavy boots came to a stop in front of him.

The new man slowly crouched down, tilting his head to look Graves in the eyes.

“Hello, Graves,” greeted the rough voice of Captain Price, arms crossed loosely across his knees as he studied the traitor.

“Ah, Captain, they sent you to me now, did they?” he huffed a hollow laugh, “Come to attempt to beat the information out of me?”

“And why won’t you just give in?” the Captain stood up, slowly walking around to the back of the chair. Price’s large body pressed up against the uncomfortable metal chair Graves was chained to.

His large hands started at Graves’ bare shoulders, causing him to stiffen at the gentle touch, flinching as they traveled to cup his neck. It would be so easy to kill him in this position. “It would be so much better if you would just give in.” the strong callused hands gently slid up and down the back of his neck before they came to cup his jaw.

Price tilted his head up to look at him, and Graves groaned as the back of his head was slowly lowered against Price’s firm stomach. Those rough hands held his face so gently, and after all of the beatings, he had no idea how to handle it. So Graves did what he always did.

He scoffed, “You say that like I don’t know the instant I tell you what you need to know I’ll be shot.”

Staring into his face, he saw the brief amusement flash across Price’s eyes. “Hm, I’m hurt you think so.” those sinful hands left his face, letting it list to the side, trailing down to play with the blond hair on his chest.

“I suppose I can’t change your mind…” the Captain trailed off with a sigh, “But I still need you to tell me what you know about Shepherd.”

Before he could even form a retort, those large hands graze his nipples causing Graves’ breath to stutter. He looked up to see a small grin on Price’s face, before he circled his thumbs around the sensitive peaks.

“You are technically marked as KIA, so I can do whatever I want to you.” Graves didn’t have to look down to know he was hardening in his briefs, and maybe if he didn’t look, just closed his eyes, he could pretend it wasn’t happening.

“Just give in Graves, and I will stop right now.” Price was offering him a way out, and he was so tempted to take it. Just give in, Shephard had betrayed him, Graves owed him nothing.

But it wasn’t about Shephard, if he thought he would survive it, he would give all the information he had on the man. Not that it was much, just a laptop back at base.

His silence must have given Price the answer he was looking for, because he flashed his teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Guess I just have to do this my way,” he muttered, pulling out a knife and cutting a hole in Graves’ briefs, the only thing he had been left in for the torture.

One of Price’s large hands wrapped around Grave’s cock, pulling it free from the dark blue fabric, stained in some places with his blood. Unable to face what was happening to him, Graves closed his eyes.

“You have such a gorgeous cock,” muttered Price, slowly dragging his hand up and down the supple flesh with single-minded focus, while the other hand fondled his left nipple.

In only a few short strokes, his cock was leaking all over Price’s hand, which he smeared with a rough thumb across his slit that had his back arching, a low groan tearing itself from his throat against his will.

“Huh, did you like that?” he kept his eyes shut as Price repeated the motion, hearing a soft chuckle from behind him. “Oh you definitely liked it.” he muttered as he dragged a slick hand down to the root and back up in slow even strokes.

Attempting to stifle the truly embarrassing noises Price was extracting from him, Graves bit down on his tongue. Hard.

The Captain made an unhappy noise, and the hand toying with his nipple left, and suddenly two fingers were shoved in his mouth, prying it open. “No, I need you to keep that gorgeous tongue of yours,” he chided gently, a third finger forcing its way in, Price’s pointer and ring finger holding his mouth open while his middle finger pushed his tongue down.

“Now be a good boy and don’t you bite my fingers,” he warned, and Graves’ eyes fluttered open as he made a pathetic pleading noise in the back of this throat, choking on the long thick fingers.

“Oh I should have guessed,” he muttered, “You like that?” he paused for a long slow stroke up Graves’s cock, “You like being called a good boy?”

Graves didn’t respond, kept carefully still, but that was answer enough for Price who, still smiling, hummed, “Most people think that torture is pain. Physical pain.” he let go of Graves’s cock, ignoring his confused noise, and flicked the inside of his leg right on a bruise for emphasis, “But there are all kinds of torture, that work better than pain, and are far more efficient.”

Returning his hand he sped up his hand, rough and sloppy, forcing Graves towards his first orgasm in months. His hips began to shift in time with the tight wet fist, the obscene sounds pushing him closer and closer towards the peak of his orgasm. Choking on the large fingers in his mouth, drool dribbling from his mouth, he shut his eyes tight, failing to see how one of the best handjobs of his life was torture.

Then it stopped, the hand on his cock left just as he reached the peak of his orgasm. The noise he let out was a pathetic cross between a whine and a shout, muffled by the Captains fingers, drool dribbling from his open mouth.

With a small hum, Price ran his right hand up and down Graves’s side, smearing his pre-cum all over his stomach. “See? Torture doesn’t have to be painful.” he paused with a small satisfied smile, listening to Graves’s panting.

“In fact, I intend to pleasure you so thoroughly, that you beg me to let you answer.” he grabbed Graves’s softening cock, beginning to stroke it again.

Graves let out a moan, muffled by Price’s hand. He knew then, that he would break. Pain was easy to handle. But this, Price’s warm body behind him, muttering sweet, filthy nothings into his ear, stroking his cock, this would cause him to crack.

He lost himself in the pleasure, shifting in time with it, and like last time, it stopped. “Can I trust you not to hurt yourself?” asked Price as he gently removed his fingers, “You’ve been so good, haven’t bit me once. Are you read to give in?” the hand that was in his mouth slowly pulled out, strings of drool continuing to connect them.

Graves gasped for air, chest heaving as he greedily sucked in air through his mouth. “Fuck you.”

Price clicked his tongue, “I guess I have some more work to do.” he wiped his drool slick hand on Graves’s chest, cupping his now semi dry hand under Graves’s jaw, just holding his head to his firm stomach.

Again, Price slowly started stroking his cock, Graves felt tears forming in his eyes, and he closed them as he panted, knowing he would be denied again.

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He had lost count of his ruined orgasms, his body shook and tears spilled steadily from his eyes, squeezed tight against the painful pleasure. His hips tried to follow the obscene squelching as Price worked his cock like a master.

“Please,” he begged, his voice nearly gone.

“Hm,” the low hum rumbled through Price, who didn’t slow, didn’t stop his hand from moving as he replied, “I would love to let you cum, but you have to give in.” and pulled his hand away, leaving Graves groaning in the wake of another ruined orgasm.

Graves stayed quiet, the only noise he made was his exhausted panting as Price rubbed his thumb into the skin of his neck, across his pulse.

“Are you ready to give in?” Price’s thumb grazed his lip as he asked.

“Yes,” Graves whispered with a defeated sob. “Please,” he groaned and Price smiled kindly down at him.

“Good boy.” Price praised, and it felt so good that Graves let out a pathetic whimper.

“In my desk, there’s a secret compartment in the last drawer, with a laptop, the password is qd-ct1oV.E4Bna2 it’ll tell y’all everything you need to know.”

The Captain stared at him for a few seconds, judging the validity of his words, “See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Price’s hand returned to Graves’s cock, slowly sliding his fist down to the root.

“Please,” he whispered, another pathetic tear escaping. He licked Price’s thumb where it brushed across his lip. He was going to die today, he wanted something to reflect on. Something warm and kind and nice.

Price seemed to understand what he was asking for, and leaned down to kiss Graves long and filthy, tilting his head up with the hand on his neck. The kiss did not stop Price’s hand from pleasuring Graves, who had long ago stopped being able to keep in rhythm, his legs shaking from exertion as he tried to follow Price’s hand.

Finally, when his orgasm approached embarrassingly quick, Price didn’t slow down or stop. He sped up and Graves’s eyes slammed shut as he finally came with a loud shout, muffled into Price’s expert mouth, his mind whiting out as he went limp.

When he finally came, the hand on his cock didn’t stop it just kept slowly moving, working him through the best orgasm of his life. He slumped into Price, his head only supported by the hand on his neck and Price at his back.

Slowly Price pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied smile, still keeping a hand on his neck, rubbing small soothing circles into his collarbone with his thumb. The hand on his cock left, and he pulled a tissue from somewhere and began to clean Graves up.

Another few tears fell from his eyes at the kindness, the hand on his neck a comforting weight.

Price whispered to him as he finished cleaning, “You did so well, such a good boy.” causing Graves to let out a low whine, deep in his throat.

“You see? Giving in makes everything better.” Price’s other hand came up and wiped his face clean of tears and drool, his heartbreakingly gentle touch causing more tears.

“It’s all okay now, you did such a good job giving in.” he stopped wiping Graves’s face and slowly let go of his neck, allowing it to slide limply to the left.

He walked around to the front and Graves realized that Price was not as unaffected by their session as he thought. There was a rather noticeable tent in his cargos.

“I could help you with that, if you like.” he offered, jutting his jaw towards Price’s bulge.

“Maybe later, I have to follow up on your information first.” Price’s smile became devilish. “But I will be taking you up on that offer.”

“Better be quick then,” Graves’s smile was taunting, “I’ll be dead soon.”

Price hummed, “Not if I have anything to say about it. I might just keep you around.” and with that, and a final suggestive smirk, he left the room, still hard.

Banner from @cafekitsune

[cod-dump]

Price: You’re so damn short

Graves: Well put some inches in me then

Price: Wha-

Gaz, horrified: IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?

[konigsblog]

omg can I request Graves just licking and eating out his little wife when he gets back from a mission 😈 his very sensitive wife who after one lick is begging for mercy 🤭💕

stimulating your cunt, your cunny leaking and drooling onto his tongue, juices coating his face in a thin sheen. your moans like escasty, whimpering when his thumb began rubbing at your clit. your legs trembling and things attempting to slam closed from overstimulation - only to be forced back open as he degraded you for being so naughty and disobeying :((

pushing his tongue inside your hole, your head thrown back. grinding your pussy onto his face, his hands gripping and grasping onto your hips, leaving indents along your skin. sucking hard bruises between your thighs, his tongue grazing at your wetness as you squirted, his chin soaked with your juices :((((

“such a bad fuckin' girl, y'like that? hm? better start listening, doll, you want to come don't you?”

[doodling-doodle]

Los Reyas De Las Almas, Ch.2

Rodolfo hadn't stopped thinking about what he saw... The Prince was in love with his personal guard. They had kissed...

They had to tell the Kings what they saw... they had to know

“Mi Estrella, there you are!” Alejandro called out when he saw Rodolfo in the dining hall in the morning. He wasn’t able to find him for a while, he was getting a little worried.

“I’m sorry, Mi Amor, I got caught up in a rush…” Rodolfo said as he walked back up to Alejandro.

“Are you alright?”

“I… saw something last night and… I don’t know what to do.”

Alejandro nodded, “We’ll talk about that later, alright? Lets go ahead and eat, get the celebration going again.”

Rodolfo nodded, and they went to eat while Alejandro kept an eye on him, seeing just how worried he looked.

“Mi estrella… Tell me what's wrong.” Alejandro said, holding onto him as they got to their room.

“I… last night, I was looking for Prince Kyle, His Lady and Sir Alex… He and Sir Alex were in the garden, alone, and…”

“No… You don’t mean…”

“They were dancing… they kissed…”

Alejandro blinked, sighing and pulling back, starting to pace.

“Do we tell the Kings?” Rodolfo asked.

“We should… But do we?”

“They deserve to know…”

“But their son and his love should be safe.”

“They would be found at some point anyway.”

Alejandro sighed, “Okay… Let’s tell them.”

Rodolfo nodded, “let's find them after breakfast is over… we'll tell them in the war room.”

As they went back to the dining hall, they saw King John and King Phillip going to sit at a table, Prince Kyle, Sir Alex and Lady Kaida sitting on their own.

“Your majesty’s.” Alejandro said as he and Rodolfo approached King John and King Phillip's table.

“Alejandro, Rodolfo. Good morning.” King Phillip said, smiling, “The festival last night was wonderful. I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Oh we did.” Alejandro said as they sat down, “I hope you were, as well.”

“Are you feeling alright, Rodolfo?” King John asked, “You look as though something is troubling you.”

“Oh… Well, I suppose something is… I’m afraid we need to speak to you after we eat.” He said, “I found something troubling last night… I think I need to inform you two of it…”

“What…?” King Phillip asked, looking so worried, “Is our child okay? His guard and His Lady?”

“Well… They are okay, but it is about them…”

King John and King Phillip looked at each other worriedly, then at their child sitting across the room.

After they ate, they went to the war room, where both Kings sat down, and King John immediately asked, “What did you see?”

“I…” Rodolfo started, taking a deep breath, “I was the one that saw it. I was going through the garden, I was looking for The Prince and Sir Alex, and… Well, i found them… They were dancing together. They… They were talking, but I didn’t hear them…” he sighed, sitting down.

“They kissed.”

The looks that the Kings gave him… shocked him. It wasn’t hurt, or anger, or sadness. It was panic. And shock.

He kept talking…

“They’ve clearly been together for a long time- That kiss was passionate. I-”

“You don’t need to say more.” King John said.

He panicked. He knew this likely couldn’t end well, he just was hoping that they wouldn’t let go of their son, that he would be safe in the end…

“You don’t need to worry, your highness.” King Phil said, “We know. They just don’t know we know. We don’t want them to know yet.”

Now they were the ones to be shocked.

“So… you won’t exile them?” Alejandro asked.

“Of course not!” King Phillip said, almost jumping out of his seat, “We would never do that! That’s our child and his guard. We couldn’t do that… I couldn’t do that. I can’t exile my son and I can’t execute his lover and best friend.”

“Neither could I.” King John added.

They weren’t too shocked. But what did shock them was the instant denial of it.

King Phillip sighed, “Gods… I suppose I never told you about my past, did I…?” He leaned back in his chair, looking down.

“No… You haven’t.” Rodolfo replied.

King John held King Phillip’s hand softly, sighing and looking at him.

“I… was wrongly exiled from my old kingdom when I was fifteen.” King Phillip said, “I was accused of killing my father… and exiled immediately, without seeing my mother and my sisters again… I was wondering for months until I found The Rose Gold Kingdom, and that’s when I met John… the rest is mostly history.”

Rodolfo blinked, “I… Phillip, I’m so sorry, I…”

“I never told you. How would you have been able to know? But… yes, that’s why I won’t exile either of them. I know what its like.”

There was a long silence, King John holding onto King Phillip softly…

“We will make sure that no one finds out about your child and his lover.” Alejandro said.

“Thank you.” King Phillip said, “We leave in about a week. Don’t seem suspicious, they might catch on to something going on…”

Rodolfo nodded, “We will make sure that no one finds out.” He said, smiling. 

“But they need to be more subtle.” Alejandro said, looking out the window, causing the others to go and see.

Sir Alex and Prince Kyle were in the garden again, and they were dancing together again, the guard gently taking his Prince’s crown off and holding it close to kiss him.

Rodolfo felt himself smiling softly, watching the two young lovebirds dance around in the garden, not a care in the world until Lady Kaida came to get them and they left the garden.

“We will get them married, even if they never tell us about this relationship.” King John said.

“It seems like they're very in love.” Alejandro said.

“Oh they are. It solves problems for us, so we’re going to let it happen.” King Phillip said, shrugging.

“We have more festivities soon.” Rodolfo said, “We should probably go out to the courtyard.”

The week went on, and before they knew it, The Rose Gold Kingdom had left at the end of the celebration.

No one had found out, even with the two young lovers not being the most subtle. If they were in a crowd, it just seemed like Sir Alex was instructed to be next to Prince Kyle at all times. Alone in a hall or in the garden, it was clear it was more than that. 

But King John and King Phillip were happy to just move along. It solved the problem of who The Prince would marry if they had to arrange it. 

Who were they to judge? They weren’t parents, they had no reason to say anything about how they parented their child. 

So they let it go. It just meant they had time to plan wedding gifts.

[octopiys]

Can I request Graves x Price with some hurt comfort (the betrayal didn’t happen), Graves betrayed Shepherd and lost a lot of men and goes to Price for comfort. Have a lovely time zone friend!

🪶

I GOTCHU

I've never written pricegraves before this was fun :D hope you're having an awesome time zone!

Pairing: Captain John Price x Commander Philip Graves

Word count: 2.8k+

CW: Blood, violence, implied death, Shepherd

I Know It

Las Almas was cold. Was it the rain? No, he didn't feel that, sliding down his skin, unaffected. It wasn't the wind. He could hear it outside the windows that wouldn't close.

Shepherd's call had ended, his laptop sitting discarded on the bed next to him. They were supposed to secure Sin Nombre, get the missiles back, and keep their heads down. Not any of this.

The General's warnings echoed in his mind, seeping any warmth from his soul. He didn't have a choice.

"They're getting too close to the problem, Philip. You need to lock it down." He had said.

"You can't expect them to not ask questions, General!" He snapped. "You know that we'd never be that lucky, someone was bound to catch on. No off-book op ever stays hidden, you know that!"

"I don't think you understand what we're dealing with here. What I'm dealing with. This is the immediate future, Commander, I need you to shut it down and take care of it."

Philip stopped dead in his tracks. Take care of it.

Take care of it.

"You ain't asking me to-"

"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. That's an order." Something in his voice told him everything he needed to do, and that he had no choice. "I'm sending you reinforcements. Make sure you have it managed, Philip." It was them, or it was him.

How could he possibly kill them? All of them? Soap, Gaz, Laswell, the Lieutenant, the Vaqueros.... Even-

No. That was his final straw, he wouldn't. That's against everything he ever fought for, everything he opposed. He thought when he enlisted he knew what war he was fighting in.

He was wrong.

His mind started running a mile a minute. What could he do? He could run, leave it all behind, vanish off the face of the earth, and hope his Shadows could do the same. Hope that the task force made it out alive too. But that was cowardly.

Philip Graves was not cowardly.

The Task Force hadn't even returned from the oil rig yet. That gave him time.

He was speaking into his radio before he had even realized his shaking hands had picked it up.

"All Shadows Stations report to Point Tango, urgently. We've gotta bit of a change in plans."

The radio stations flicked ominous static throughout the emptiness of Price's truck. Vargas' base sat in front of him, but something told him not to enter just yet. He'd watched a transport van enter, but not one big enough to hold his team. Laswell had sent them here immediately following them finishing up in Europe. The sun had fallen, casting dusted shadows across the landscape. Where were his boys?

Gaz groaned into the seat next to him. "Cap, what are you even waiting on? We've been here a few hours, can't we even go on? I gotta piss, and-"

"That's it. There." He lowered his binoculars, following three other vans up the hill and pointed. Gaz perked up in his seat, following the convo with his eyes. He saw Graves standing near the entrance gate, he saw him stop the convo before he entered. The Lieutenant and his Sergeant got out. There was a load pop and he ducked before Graves grabbed Soap by the shoulder and shoved him out of view.

"What's....?"

The static sharpened for only a moment, letting a desperate shout echo across the station.

"RUN!"

Philip tried to be discreet. He really did. But the General had eyes and ears everywhere, and he could only do or say so much before the chain around his throat was pulling him back to his place. They called him Golden Eagle for a reason.

He ran through the halls like a madman, he had no time to lose. They wouldn't give him a choice when the reinforcements arrived, he had to get everyone out without Shepherd finding out.

Could he?

No, he had to.

"Sergeant Parra!" He skidded to a stop outside the office door, trying the handle. Locked. "Sergeant Major! Rodolfo!!"

"Que pasa!?" Rodolfo pulled open the door, a concerned look on his face. "Commander, what's-"

"We need to go! They're- they're-" His chest ached with his heaving breaths. He felt like he was going to throw up. "You need to get your men out of here, Shepherd's sending enforcements to take out the Vaqueros and the 141. We're all done for if we don't leave now."

The Sergeant Major looked like he was going to object before seeing the desperation in his face and believed him, a hard resolve settling over his expression. He handed Graves a slip of paper, and he hurriedly pocketed it. "RV there. Good luck, Graves."

The two turned away, but Rodolfo stopped. "Graves!" The shout turned him around in a panic. "Gracias, hermano!"

He nodded his head, and he was running again.

That's how he had ended up in the courtyard, surrounded by men who he did not recognize.

"Scuse me, soldier-" He tried moving off past them, but one blocked his path to the main hall.

"Are you Philip Graves?" The taller man asked. His voice was gruff, smoky, but distinctly American. What was worse was the beared that he could see that looked almost blood colored in the setting sun.

Graves swallowed, trying to keep his composure. "I am. And I have somethin' I needa attend to-" He tried to push past him again, but a needless hand shoved him back.

"Graves, I see you've met Colonel Tobias Wilkinson. He'll be... assisting you." Said a voice in his ear that nearly froze him to the spot. The General. Of course.

He knew he'd never be lucky enough to set his plan in motion. The other half of the base lay in unknowing wait of a slaughter. Wilkinson put a forceful arm around him, spinning him around, and pushing him towards the doors. Towards the main gate.

This was no suggestion.

"I see you're going the wrong way, Commander. You get lost?" Wilkinson sneered close to his ear.

This was a command.

The new troops not-so-kindly escorted him to the front door. He did not dare glance over his shoulder at whatever Vaquero had dared to ask the men who they were.

He didn't think this was a kidnapping, but a little voice in his mind told him to never get in a vehicle, because they can take you to a secondary location. You'd never be found then.

If Shepherd knew what he was doing, then he hoped someone good would find him.

He got in the car.

Colonel Wilkinson drove down to the entry gate, began barking orders in such jumbled Spanish that even he noticed. The gates slid closed.

A pit formed in his stomach. This was it now.

The men pulled masks over their faces, they looked like his Shadows. His mouth dried as headlights appeared over the hill. He had no way of telling them. He could only pray at this point that something would interfere.

Hatred burned the pit deeper into his stomach as he watched Wilkinson smile before pulling his mask up. Something tasted foul in his mouth, coppery, and with a muted shock he realized he had bitten down hard enough on his cheek that his teeth drew blood.

Three cars rolled to a stop in front of him, the windshields tinted just enough so that he could barely see inside.

"The immediate future." Wilkinson said lowly, twitched towards his weapon warily as two doors opened.

The pretend Shadows filtered through the area as Soap and Ghost spilled out of their cars. Alejandro stepped out, he was closer, and Graves wiped his face of any emotion.

"Graves, que es-"

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilkinson raised his weapon, and Graves acted without a thought.

He wasn't sure when his gun was in his hands, but he aimed for Wilkinson first. Shots rang out between he and the other side, and he turned a split second, shoving Soap out of the way. Part of him felt smug at the shocked expression on Wilkinson's face as he went down.

His radio was on, and he screamed to both the Task Force, his Shadows, the Vaqueros, and anyone else who could hear him. "Run!"

Thankfully, the others had regained their wits, and Soap tried his best to help by firing off a few rounds before Ghost dragged him off into the darkness. Alejandro had taken cover behind one of the armored vehicles and was doing his best to take out the threats as they spilled from his base.

There was a tinny voice from his radio, but that was muffled by blood roaring in his ears.

With Wilkinson went the chain that snapped, the constriction that Shepherd had held him on, and he knew that this was the right decision.

His breathing came choked but he was still going, firing each bullet at his faux masked counterpart.

He wasn't sure when he ended up on the ground, but someone was pulling him up by the back of the vest.

The leash.

The chain.

"No-!" He shouted, trying to fight against the ghosts of a hand, before coming into contact with a tactical vest.

"Graves, we have to go!" Soap shouted at him, searching his eyes in a panic. "We don't have time ta keep at it like this!"

"No! We've- my men are- I have to-" He felt like he couldn't breathe. He wouldn't let this happen again, he couldn't let this happen again, not again, not-

"Graves!" Soap shook him slightly, snapping out of it. He cast a glance back at the base. There were.... too many.

"C'mon! I have a place we can go, esos putos bastardos!" Alejandro cussed angrily, gesturing them. It seemed like he too had an issue with leaving, but knew it was no good cause in staying.

With shaking hands, Graves pulled a bloodied slip of paper from his pocket. "Sergeant Parra- he gave me this.. that's where he said to go." He offered.

Alejandro gave him a grave look, before turning away. "Follow me."

And they did, trying their best to stay unaffected by the shouts and the gunfire from the Vaqueros' fallen base.

At one point, Graves' radio fell silent. He had stopped dead in his tracks when it had, trying to recover his brave face, but nothing could mask the way he paled considerably.

"Shadow Stations, report."

Static.

"I repeat, all Shadow Stations, report."

The silence was unbearable, and they pushed on.

The thoughts pushed inward. He failed. He failed them. He failed to stop them. How many men could he have lost? They were his brothers. He trained them himself. They were better than he was. Why should he-

They arrived at the safehouse, a large, barn looking thing. Alejandro surged inside, quickly followed by Graves, then Ghost and Soap. A few people were already inside. Hope bloomed in his heart as he spotted a few Shadows, and Vargas sped off to find Parra.

"Sergeant!" Graves spoke, his voice almost hoarse, and one of the Shadows perked up hopefully. The younger man was getting his side patched by a Vaquero. Bullet wound, he could tell. This was Shadow 2-3, but his name was Sergeant Connor Saury.

"Yes Commander!" His voice carried across the vast space, and the man turned a few shades of red in embarrassment. "Sorry-"

"How many of you-" Graves did a quick head count of all he could see. Five was his most, but maybe there were others in the other rooms, or still outside. "Made it here?"

Saury's face fell. "Uh- I'm not sure how to tell you, sir, but-"

"Spit it out, Connor."

"Yes- yes sir. Most of them stayed to- well- they weren't gonna let them take us so easily, sir, and a lot stayed behind. They thought the General's men got you, and-"

He raised a hand, and the sergeant stopped, looking down to the floor. "Connor... Where's everyone else?"

He didn't answer.

"Conn-"

"It's just us, sir." He whispered, and Graves felt like he was gonna throw up. There was- no, this couldn't be happening again... "Are... are you bleeding, Graves-?"

"Philip, you with us lad?" He heard Soap say.

His radio was still silent. He doubted it would make sound again. Had anyone else gotten out? What happened to the rest of the Vaqueros?

He was walking. Someone stopped him. He kept walking.

"-just shut down. Hasn't responded to a thing we've said." Someone else, Ghost said, before a light was shined into his eyes. He felt like he was feeling everything underwater. Slow, sluggish, dreamlike.

The only difference between then and now was that there was no missiles gone missing. They... were still gone, though.

A twinge in his shoulder. He felt himself wince. Doctor.

The oily texture told him there was blood on his hands, literally and figuratively.

"The Captain's arrived. Should we tell 'im?" A ghost of a whisper kissed his hearing at some point.

"....Laswell's doing some digging...."

The air morphed and pinpointed around him, the fog around his brain cleared in a split second.

"Where is he?" Philip asked. His tongue felt heavy, his lips dry. How long had they been here?

"Back with us, Graves?" Ghost's gruff voice asked him, somewhere in the dark of the room behind him. He ignored him.

"Where's the captain?" He repeated himself, and Soap pursed his lips.

"Doon th' hall. Second door on th' left."

Less than a minute later, Graves stood outside the given door, hand poised to knock.

But it opened before he had the chance.

Price was running a hand over his face tiredly, having apparently not seen him, but then he looked up, and Graves felt his shoulders fall slack.

"...Phil-?"

"John-" He breathed, and practically threw himself into the man's arms. Price backed up, holding him tightly, and kicked the door shut.

"Hey, hey, what- what's wrong?" He felt the Captain wince at the question, realizing how stupid it sounded. "Take a breath, love, breathe..."

"They're gone, they- they thought- I should've- John, I f-fucked up, it's my fault- John, I failed them, I failed-" His voice broke, and he unwillingly sobbed into the man's shirt.

"No, no, hold on, you didn't fail them, Phil..." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead, rubbing his hand through Graves' hair. He was shaking horribly as he sobbed, fists balling the hem of Price's shirt. "C'mere, let's sit down now."

Price's voice stayed gentle, a soothing quiet, guiding him to the edge of the bed in the room. He couldn't stop the cries that ripped their way through his chest, clawing like a beast freed from eternal punishment. Soft hands guided their way up and down his figure, comforting, hovering over his shoulder. Graves hissed a breath as a sharp sting shot down to his elbow. "Pip, are you injured...?"

He didn't know how to respond. Had he been injured? That would explain the doctor he thinks he saw before, and the constant stinging ache. Had it been bandaged? Maybe, but he thinks he had left before the Vaquero could finish. So instead, he hummed in defeat, hiding his shameful face in the Captain's shoulder. Like a child who believed that if he could not see his mother, then she could not see him, he believed that if he hid closer, Price would not be able to see the sin written into the very being of him, the total failure that he was.

"Hey, breathe, look at me. You need to breathe, love, you need to, or you'll make this all worse. In and out..." He was rocking him softly, back and forth.

He tried. In- in and out, in- "John, th-they're dead-"

"I know, shh.... You're alright, you are..."

"They're dead because of me, I f-failed-"

Price took his face in his hands suddenly, forceful, but still calm, shocking a part of him from his stupor. "You didn't fail them, Philip, none of that now. We're all alive because of you." Price said, and Graves hesitantly opened his eyes, peering at the man above him. Instead of finding a cold look of betrayal or disgust, John's face was nothing but concern written softly into the lines of his face. He took a breath. "Because of you, everyone in this building is here. The others..." Price hesitated, but wanted the man to have some hope. "They might be on their way. Some of them, at least. Takes a while to get here, if you don't know where you're goin'." The ghost of a laugh whispered its way through the room, lightening the darker part of his thoughts.

A watery look crossed his tear-stained face, but a bit of spark flashed in his eyes. "You- y'think-?"

"Aye, I know it." Price nodded, pressing his nose into Graves' sandy mop of hair. "I know it."

[captain-mj]

Werewolf Price being hit with pheromones and they expect him to go feral or be evil but really he just herds everyone up and bumps heads with Ghost and grooms Gaz and fucks Graves until he can’t take it anymore safely outside of the sights of everyone else

[totally-not-fandom]

The amazing, wonderful, talented @cod-dump has infected me with an uncureable case of graves/nik/price brainworms so, now, you all have to suffer with me

Okay, so, hear me out...Nikolai has a secret child that only Price knows about. The kid is from a fling Nik had with some woman when he and Price were still just friends and Price has been there to help raise it from the very beginning.

After a LOT of back and forth with Price, Nikolai named the child Dimitri.

Nik has always been Papa but Price has gone through stages. First, it was Uncle John. Then, when Dimitri was around 10-12 and Nik and John started dating, it turned into just John. And finally, after John and Nik got married when Dimitri was around 16, it was Dad from then on.

Now-a-days, Dimitri is 27 and living in the heart of Moscow as a professional ballet dancer/sometimes secret informant on Russian crime syndicate activity for their Dad's.

Nik and Price visit Moscow to see Dimitri every time they are on leave or in Russia for a mission and make regular, weekly phone calls with them to check in. But, recently, something has changed.

Recently, Nikolai and Price have added a new partner to their relationship. One Phillip Graves.

Dimitri has been BEGGING their fathers to meet the American that "flipped their worlds upside-down" (Nikolai's words). Unfortunately, neither of them have leave for at least the next three months.

So Dimitri does the only reasonable thing and plans a surprise visit to their Fathers' base, blissfully unaware that both Nik and Price have neglected to tell their new partner about their child's existence.

[blingblong55]

Kn!ves- A Graves' lesson

I'd like to think Price is so proud when reader scares others when they hold certain objects.

R/n: *Running with a kn!fe around base*Look..I got a kn!fe dudes!

Ghost: *panicked* how did they get a kn!fe

Soap: *slowly walking away from the mess*

[it was his fault because he let r/n hold one while he sharped his]

Gaz:...

[Gaz saw this happen and encouraged her to run around.]

R/n: oh look! *runs towards Graves whose been tied up since his capture*

Graves: hey..no..someone stop them!

Gaz: should we stop them

Ghost: No..bastard deserves it

Price: *crosses arms and smiles as r/n approaches Graves* You're doing great sweetie!

*Both men stand and watch as r/n ''accidentally'' injures him.*

[cptbites]

shadow creature graves bothering price while he's working because he's just a mischievous little man

[callsign-bunnie]

Me, joking: Yeah, so in your big au since Price will be single, you could put him with Graves

My wife: ...

My wife: Done.

Me: *horrified silence*

Me: What have I done?

[merryandrewsart]

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